By Jennifer Grace Martinez When my first child was first born, I remember holding her in my arms and looking at her beautiful, tiny face.  She was perfect, and in my opinion, she was literally a gift from God.  I vowed at that moment to love her with my whole heart, and to always try to keep her safe from harm. I knew enough to be scared about being a mother, because I had just been given the greatest of responsibilities.  This child’s life was literally in my hands.  I would have control over almost every aspect of my child’s life for many years; what she ate, what she drank,…